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They fought again. They fought as they always do. Their fights are violent, not physically but verbally. Words spit atrocities on each other until one of them screams turns his back on the other and smashes the door shut. Aou is good at those fights. He is always the winner. He spits all his venom out on his partner, humiliates him, throws all his anger and frustration on him, and then waits, because it doesn’t matter how horrible he is, his partner always comes back to him after a few days.
Or so he thought.
Because today, his partner wasn’t coming back. Or shall I say his ex-partner?
At first, it was just an argument as usual, but it escalated quickly, and when Aou shouted out that he would -in fact- never really love his now ex-partner because of obscure reasons he didn’t think useful to tell, the other stopped arguing for a second. In an instant, tears fell from his eyes, in which you could see just how much he was hurt. Then he mumbled something like “you really are an asshole”, and cursed his way out of Aou’s flat, half crying, probably never to be seen again. Aou stayed quiet for a while after that.
He really is an asshole.
For shouting at the guy who spent six months of his life trying to make things okay between them, trying to give him an ounce of love, trying to ignore his infidelity.
For shouting almost the exact sentence that he once had to hear from his lover at the time, a sentence that broke his heart, sincerely.
For already having someone to call.
He thought, that at least he could now hang out with his friends, flirt with random people, and more if affinity without this estranged feeling, called guilt. He thought, maybe this breakup wasn’t for the worst? Maybe it was just how it was supposed to end between them. Aou was not sad, but a bit uncomfortable as the guy really, really, loved him. Sadly, after some drinks, after some days, after some good fucks, Aou will probably forget his name. Six months, gone, forgotten in days -at most.
-Hey, are you free tonight?
He said after calling the first phone number that came across his screen.
-N-not really Aou…I- uh I’m busy right now, you call too late.
Answered a soft voice, seemingly uneased. He was able to hear another voice, deeper, ordering him to hang up. “Who the fuck calls you at this hour? And who the fuck answers a call butt naked like you weren’t just now suck-”. The call ended right away, so Aou called someone else.
꩜ .ᐟ
-Boom! Fuck it! Why are you avoiding me?
Desperately shouted a man, running after another in a parking lot in front of a luxury complex. Finally, he caught up to him and made him face him by grabbing his shoulder.
-What do you want me to say? Fucking leave me alone dude!
-Dude? So you don’t even want to say my name now? Yet it wasn’t a problem for you to moan it until last week!
Boom pushed the man away, making him fall to the ground.
-I told you already, we are over! I can’t stand you anymore! Find someone else to have sex with, because you won’t catch me getting naked for you ever again. It was fun at first, but now I got bored.
-How can you say that? You said I was your favourite!
-WELL, I FUCKING LIED!
And just like that Boom got to his car, leaving the man behind, driving his luxurious car away to his favourite club. He couldn’t believe this guy he had physical encounters with a few times in a row, would camp in front of his flat after he blocked him on everything, ghosting him. He told him after their last night together that it was over between them, whatever was going on between them at this point. Maybe Boom hadn’t been clear enough when he told him that they were nothing serious and only physical. Maybe Boom had been too gentle, too obedient. Maybe this guy believed Boom’s touch was too soft for sex without feelings.
Driving way too fast on the highway, Boom couldn’t promise himself to be less gentle next time, that is just how he is. His words are sharp like knives, and his touch is soft, always. Never the heartbroken, always the heartbreaker because he vowed himself so. It was a long time ago that he promised himself to never be treated how he was by his first love. He knows what he deserves and won’t settle for less, that’s why he never settles. It had been years since his last “serious” relationship, a short relationship that ended in blood, sweat, and tears. His ex tried to have sex with him when he said he was not in the mood, so he defended himself, smashing champagne on his ex’s face. His face had never been the same since, a constant reminder to not force himself on anyone. But Boom is petty, so he fucked with his ex’s best friend while he was hospitalised, then disappeared from his life for good.
He never committed to any relationship after that, enjoying life without ties. He has few friends, but good friends, he is still quite close to his family, so he never really felt the need to find a partner, even less to have a lover. He is part of those people who don’t really believe in love. He loved once, and never felt this feeling ever again. He tried but renounced. He parked his Porsche in front of the club’s entry and got out of it. A middle-aged man came to him immediately. He handed his car’s key to the valet and walked towards the VIP entry.
-Good evening, we were not waiting for you tonight. Are you meeting with some friends?
-No, not tonight. I just want to mix with the crowd.
-Enjoy your night sir.
꩜ .ᐟ
Aou is not much of a dancer, he is more of a drinker, which is a bad habit of his. He knows it’s not good to drink so much, but he is a bad dancer so he always stays near the bar. He enjoys quietly looking at the crowd dancing. He enjoys it when his gaze lands on a pair of eyes looking right back at him. Women very often look back at him, because he is handsome. But he is not very interested in them. Sometimes he does have one-night stands with women, but he never has sex twice with them. Men on the other hand, he likes to see them again. He likes collecting phone numbers and calling them back. Sometimes. Rarely actually. But still way more often than he does with women.
-So…? Did you guys break up?
Aou rolled his eyes at the barman’s question.
-Call your colleague and bet.
-I bet he dumped you.
The other barman got closer, putting his head on his colleague’s shoulder for a short moment, visibly tired.
-So what are we betting on tonight?
-Aou’s breakup.
-Oh! Well… I think they did break up, but I think his man will come back just like he always does.
-I’d love to be as optimistic as you are babe!
-Don’t call me like that!
The younger of the two barmen protested.
Aou had long stopped listening to them. Soon they will be both flirting as they usually do during their shift. Only the club's real regulars know their flirting is fan service for the clients. Two handsome men flirting, mixing cocktails, smiling, teasing already drunk clients. However, when the sun is up, they are nothing more than roommates, sharing the same studio they rented together when they were attending university. Just childhood friends coming from the same small village, who decided to experience the big city together.
-Can I get another one?
Asked Aou, sliding his glass slowly closer to his friend Force. Force’s gaze would be scary to anyone but him. Even his childhood friend and colleague, Book, sometimes feels uncomfortable when he knows this deadly gaze on him. A hard look of reproach as so few know how to do properly. But Aou doesn’t care about reproach.
-Come on… I’ll tip you well!
Sighting, Force served him again. The third glass of whisky of the night. The older barman gazed at Book, silently asking him to side with him when their friend would ask for a fourth. The youngest nodded, then went back to his section of the bar as many clients arrived.
Interestingly enough, Aou was halfway through his third glass when someone dancing caught his attention. A guy. Handsome, with defined features, kind of feminine in a way. He was dancing with another man, but it didn’t matter because Aou knew it was with him he wanted to end the night.
꩜ .ᐟ
A tall, buff man had tried to approach Boom all night, unsuccessfully. Boom smiles, knowing that the moment he decides to go to the bathroom or walk closer to the bar, the man will take his chance. He is not his type though. He prefers dark eyes, dark-clothed, discreetly muscular men, just like the one sitting far away at the bar. He still decided to give him a shot, as his ideal type disappeared from his sight. Boom knows how to recognise his kind. Fuckboys how they are called. Because he is considered one himself, it doesn’t bother him that he is so badly attracted to them. These fake bad boys who just like to have fun. He has made his decision: he is going to the bathroom.
The man appeared behind him as he was reapplying slightly tinted lip balm on his lips. He barely looked at him at first, mimicking an innocent smile. The man walked closer, and stopped right behind him, gently brushing his hand on his hip. Their gazes met in the mirror. Boom slowly put his lip balm back into his pocket, smacking his lips together to evenly apply the product.
-So, what’s your name?
Said the tall man, leaning closer to Boom.
-Does it matter? Do you care?
-Not really…
He laughed. Boom laughed too, then turned around to face his new conquest. He too leaned closer, to take a sniff at the cologne worn by the man. The odour was strong and not very pleasant to his taste. It didn’t matter, as long as it was not all over his clothes, he could deal with it.
-Did you come alone?
Boom asked, ignoring that his interlocutor was already diving into his neck, kissing every and each piece of skin.
A few minutes later, the guy’s tongue was deep into his throat, and his right hand was deep into the guy’s pants when they were disturbed by people having the audacity to use the bathroom for real. They decided to move towards the corridor leading to the bathroom, as they were not actively using it. However, in the corridor, they were not alone. They were just one of the many couples kissing there. Boom gently pushed the man back to catch his breath. The man immediately refocused his attention on his neck area, while Boom was trying to breathe a bit less heavily, still invested in what his hand was doing. He looked up for a second, and somehow, he saw him again. The guy of the bar caught his sight again. He was standing across the corridor, leaning graciously on the wall, in a position very similar to his own. Pressed against him, was standing a shorter man. They were kissing too.
Boom felt his heart rate accelerating when the man across the corridor stared back at him. He suddenly felt much more excited.
꩜ .ᐟ
Aou couldn’t move his eyes away from the beauty he had just encountered. How come he didn’t see him in the crowd earlier? He usually has the eyes to distinguish such charming creatures. Here he was, kissing the stranger he stole from his boyfriend, feeling suddenly quite uninterested. A few minutes earlier, he would have sworn this guy was the one he wanted to have sex with tonight, however, he was now uncertain. The deep, languishing, sexy, dark gaze the guy across the corridor gave him was extremely intense and hot, enough for Aou to feel confused. They looked at each other deeply. They were about the same height, one pinned to the wall by a tall guy, the other leaning on the facing wall. Both were being kissed, one on the neck, the other on the mouth. One had his hand in the pants of his conquest, the other had the hand of his own conquest in his pants.
Aou closed his eyes again, giving in to the kisses he was given. Perhaps he could not have the guy across the corridor tonight, so he tried to enjoy the sweetness of his victory, of his previous target. The guy was talented with his hands, but Aou couldn’t stop himself from imagining that the hands touching him were someone else’s, as well as the lips kissing him so softly. He reopened his eyes to look at the one who was defying his gaze. This game of looks, glimpsing at each other between two deep French kisses, resulted in Aou feeling more aroused than he was at first.
-Let’s go somewhere else…
Proposed his partner for the night. Aou hesitated for a short time, wondering if he should stay here to glimpse at the stranger already busy but gladly playing with him, or follow the guy he seduced to satisfy his hunger.
-I’ll follow you, darling.
-I know a spot where we should be alone.
As he said, he followed the guy, holding his hand. They went back to the main room, squeezing through the crowd to access a back door. They pushed it and arrived at a narrow half-outside corridor. They kissed and laughed while crossing the corridor, and opened another door. They were now on an abandoned small terrace. Despite it being left unused for some time, the space was pretty clean as it was covered and used to stock cardboard.
-It’s the old smoking room.
Said the cute guy standing glued to him. He was looking at him with big doe eyes, his lust betrayed by his playful hands, already finding a way under Aou’s clothes.
-I love forbidden places to do forbidden things.
Smiled Aou. His fling did not even listen to his flirtatious comment and got to his knees. He didn’t wait any longer to unbutton Aou’s trousers and pull his boxer down to give him a head-job.
Ten minutes later, Aou was moving according to the pounding rhythm of the loud music playing in the main room. Both men were breathing heavily, trying to stay quiet even though they had the room to themselves. His flirt tilted his head back to try breathing better, but he failed to when Aou started moving faster. He hid his face in Aou’s neck, trying his best not to moan. They were almost done when the door bursted open.
-YOU FUCKERS!
꩜ .ᐟ
Eventually, Boom decided to reject the man with whom he had started to be physical. To be polite, he finished what he had begun -the blowjob-, but he didn’t push their interaction further. At first, the guy was frustrated, but since he came and felt good about it, he accepted Boom’s decision and gave him his phone number “in case”. He was too upset that his ideal type didn’t stop his kissing session with the other guy for him. He played with his gaze, he tried to be as much of a seducer as he could, even being borderline vulgar, but the guy across the corridor decided to pursue his smut session without looking back at him. Boom wouldn’t say he was hurt, but his evening was definitely ruined. He knows he is irresistible, and that’s why knowing he was kind of rejected by his ideal type was a pill hard to swallow.
He was nervously smoking in the parking lot, at the back of the club. He told earlier the valet to bring him his car in thirty to forty minutes. He needed a long smoke break. He needed to enjoy the noises of the night, even though the night was coming to an end. He looked at his watch: 3:34 am. He finished his cigarette. The parking lot was calm and very few cars were actually parked there. The mist was spreading slowly in the area, giving the car park seemingly phantomatic vibes. Boom felt some kind of relief as he lit a second cigarette. Far away he could hear people laughing and music pulsing. Further away he could hear the sounds of the city, cars honking and sirens screaming. Then, he discerned a silhouette walking towards him. More than seeing it, he heard the person walking in his direction. Slowly, the person emerged from the mist.
-Hey, can I get one?
Boom smiled and thought that staying a little longer to smoke was the best decision he had taken all night. He gave a cigarette to the guy who immediately put it between his lips, then leaned closer to him to light it up. “What happened to your face” asked Boom. The stranger drew a puff, waited for an instant, and breathed out.
“I fought”, he said. Boom took a closer look at his face. His lips were plumped, but a split was bleeding at the corner left of his mouth. He definitely had a black eye and was also slightly bleeding from one eyebrow.
-I won though!
-Did you?
-Of course I did. Both of them like it tough in a way.
He laughed, and Boom laughed with him. They were once again glancing at each other, half silent, blowing smoke in the air through the mist of the early morning.
-How are you alone? Where’s your giant?
-Told him I could handle myself just fine for tonight.
-Can you?
Boom’s mind froze. He looked deep into the eyes of his interlocutor. Can he? Does he want to? He bit his lower lip as the only thought coming to his mind, was how he wanted this guy on him right now.
-What’s your name?
-I’m Aou, and you?
-Boom.
They shook their hands together. Boom’s cigarette was finished and from the corner of his eyes, he could see his car being brought to him.
-Do you need a ride, Aou?